I won my weigh out, but as far as I am concerned I won it on
a technicality and it doesn’t mean squat unless I keep it up. Weight loss is progression over time, and I’m
getting sick of pushing for end-of-the-game results. I prefer the feeling of momentum. One night my friend, Davilicious, asked if I won
in court that day. I told him I did, but
I won on a technicality. He told me in
football if you win on a technicality it’s still a win, no one cares if it’s a
technicality. I can understand that, but
games and trials are over once you’ve won.
Weight loss needs to be forever or it’s not only a waste, it’s downright
depressing, as in “I once was, but I no longer am.”
I had some roller coastering this week because I attended a
wedding on Friday night. I need to learn
how to incorporate these huge temptations into my program. I like my friend Nancy’s approach for event
eating. I am working on a plan for daily
eating incorporated with a plan for event eating. I started a new DietBet this week. I intend to keep starting them so I have weekly
weigh ins that count. They keep me on
track.
When I went to the wedding a friend there told me she had
gone to the gym the previous week. She thinks
about me at the gym, as in, if Marian can do this, I can too. It’s true, she can. We all can.
I told her she was the third person this week who told me something
similar, they look to me and tell themselves they can do it too. I find that to be a lot of pressure, though I
readily admit to bringing that pressure on myself.
I spoke with the same friend over the weekend. She was very upset because her long-time
boyfriend found a new girlfriend, though he still calls my friend. That happens so often, don’t even get me
started. I told her that you can’t
control some guy, but you can take control of your body, and you can feel
really good about it. Then at least you
have one thing to feel great about.
Which brings me to my end of this blog advice for this week. I had three very close girlfriends all
bitching and moaning about how their boyfriends suck for Valentine’s Day. My mother once gave me some really great
advice for boyfriends. There was a guy I
was crazy for, and he wasn’t so crazy for me.
She said don’t like him so much.
Don’t like him so much? My 17 or 18
year old self asked. How could I not
like him so much? I liked him SO MUCH. She said pretend you don’t. So I did that, and you know what, it drove
the guy nuts. He went crazy for me. And you know what I learned, if ignoring some
guy makes him go crazy for you he sucks.
He’s not worth much. Did your
boyfriend suck for Valentine’s Day? Go
to the gym. Work Out. Create your best life, move forward. Watch what he does and decide what you
want.
Below are pictures of Mobley and I in 2014 and last week. It's a continuing battle. He had surgery, makes me wish I did. He says I am to be admired. That's one way he endears himself to me.
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